Bringing Down The Big Bad Wolf {Lars/Giselle}

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Kane and Abel may have not liked the move, but they had more free reign than anything before. Tonight however was going to be a rather fun night, and just as he thought, the two of them were eager to go on a trip with Sevanni. He could have gladly taken anyone else, but alas, he did not want his females involved with this one. Kane had adored Paris because Nite adored Paris, and he had missed her incredulously. The twins were not allowed to see one another, and as Aubrey had wanted them so badly, they had been swapped for the boys. As much as it may have hurt her, he did allow them visits once in a while. Sure he was now on a term of understanding, but there was no clear view between their looking glass. They would never be together again, but Sevanni knew differently. Or so thought it. He never gave up, even if it would return him back into exile, he wouldn't stop. The trip to Paris was swift because of Marcus, though it took two trips of his own free will, it was better than taking a plane. Paris was nothing but a snooty remembrance of his beloved angels, and then the harpie he was shooting for. Giselle. Funny that one, she looked so vibrant, even with her pale skin, but she never seemed as though she feared Sevanni. Oh she may fear him this night, maybe not, one never knew with women, but he was certain she would try once more to take him out. That would be unlikely, but he wasn't just hoping that she would retaliate, He was hoping Lars would as well. Silence was carried throughout the house. Kane had worked his way through the security system. Rather than dismember the wires, he simply hacked the code with his little gadgets. Nite and Dae had their special qualities, but so did Kane and Abel, which was apart of the reason why he wanted them with him. Maybe he'd trade back with Aubrey, and she could have her play things back. Abel was giddy with excitement, jumping up and down in the dead of silence. Trees had swished back and forth in the breeze, and still the grounds of Paris were as they should be. Here, it was about to get noisy. Sevanni gave his notions toward the stairs, the two of them nodding and smiling with glee, the hour was about to chime and when it did Sevanni would tell them to make their move. Restraints weren't needed, he had the boys, and with the boys Lars would be kept at bay. Giselle would be his to have fun with and oh what a night this would be. But, in their glory, things were not so easily calculated and executed as they should have been. Poor Sevanni had no idea what he thought he was walking into. The room would pick up his scent soon and let it waft through the air and into their nostrils, which meant fast action and ill deft movement. Vampyric speed was let loose with all three bodies, taking lee way into the room in which he was told they stay in. Kane had already grabbed up Lars and Abel was on the opposite side of Giselle, each locking a wrist to metal and the other half of the handcuffs latched onto a piece of the bed which retained it's circumfrence. Abel had already vanished after he quickly tagged her left wrist and just as Kane had locked Lars against the eastern wall, Abel had shimmied over to him to keep him at bay. Lars may have been strong, but he was no match for the two. It was all that was needed for just a short period of time, and he had to give it to Giselle for catching on so early, however she wasn't quick enough to avoid it. Sevanni had this devious wicked look in his eye as he looked from Lars to Giselle, his form standing tall in his usual business attire. This wasn't really a social call, anyone could call it anything but; oh no this was business, and he was dressed for the occasion. Dark material began to get a leg up on the situation as he kneeled beside her. His right hand reaching into his inside left pocket whilst the other played tribute to ode de silence with her mouth by the palm of his hand. Slowly he pulled the athame from his pocket and brought it into her sights. His voice drowning in darkness and distaste for her. How swooning he swept down to her face so that they were eye to eye. Why cover her mouth? Easy. So she wouldn't talk, scream, and most of all, spit in his face. Women he had been after and captured had a tendency to do that, and he was fastly tired of it. "I always said I would huff and puff and blow down your house....." A sly grin came over his lips. If everyone thought of him as the big bad Vanni, and still insisted on making him out to be the big bad wolf when all he did was his business, then here was his little pig. Two out of the three. "Here I am baby." With a slight nudge of his head he brought the blade to the pit of her neck, sliding it down the center of her chest, between breasts and square centered between those rib cages, and plunged the athame at an angle upward in between. Sure it would do some damage. She'd need to heal, and with that sort of twisting motion and digging Sevanni had done, it would take a good amount of time before she restabelized. She'd need blood, the only one close enough and willing was Lars, and he'd see to that the healing would take some getting to. Like keeping him busy in a nice entertaining way. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?" Oh sure, throw in the screwing acrum that was his humor. Now, after screwing her with his athame in a deathly fashion, not that she would die, oh no. He simply wanted to taint her. Let her know that he did finally get to her. So yes, he screwed her good, and in her own home, and in their bed. Sevanni pressed his palm harder against her mouth as he helped himself up by her means, moving away and hovering over only to lick at the blood that seeped from her body. Tasting it as he stood up straight and looked Lars dead in the eye. Licking his lips. Being snide. "Not as good as I had hoped.....Like, aged wine left by a boiler during Christmas." He snickered and chortled to his own melodic joke. The lower lip being taken in between teeth and released. At least there was no bad after taste. The boys were smiling. Clearly turned on by just the scent of blood. "Keep her company." And it would have been the part where Sevanni rolled up his sleeves and became ready to throw blows with Lars, oh this was going to be fun. And the boys released him into Sevanni's watchful eye, moving toward Giselle and making sure she was well taken care of. It was Sevanni's fight, not theirs, and he was more than willing to hurt him even more.

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] A fabulous night of hunting followed by an even more fabulous night in bed with her husband was much needed. Ziggy was tucked away in her room, sleeping by the sound of her snorting. Giselle adamantly refused to let the french bulldog sleep in their room when she had a beautiful one to herself just next door. Maybe Giselle would let that slide when she was no longer a puppy - she didn't want Ziggy to be accustomed to crawling into bed between them every night. But she hinted to Lars, who almost allowed the puppy into their room when she started scratching and crying at the door, that Ziggy would have a chance at plenty of night's in their room. Yvette was God knows where. Lars and Giselle were relieved they had some alone time from that one. Currently spooning with her husband, his arm fixed lazily around her middle, they quietly discussed plans for tomorrow which didn't involve going out to a club, as Lars suggested, and blood, as Giselle suggested. She brought up the idea of taking a plane into the big apple to go shopping and fix up their newly purchased vacation home. Lars didn't like the shopping aspect of the trip, but going into NYC to show Giselle a few of his favorite sites was an option. Silent now, Giselle scrunched herself into Lars's embrace and closed her eyes. They hadn't called it an early night in a long while, oftentimes they found themselves racing back home to beat sunrise. They both didn't know how tired they really were until their heads hit the pillows. Sleeping now was an unspoken, unanimous decision. However, listening to the normal sounds of their household, Giselle's eyes flashed open and she was sitting bolt upright, because something moving around followed by some foul stench wasn't normal at all. Before she could spring from the bed or give Lars verbal warning, three intruders had busted into their room, and one of them had Giselle handcuffed to the bed before she could react further. A glance to her left proved Lars was in the same predicament. Then Sevanni's hulking form was over her, then beside her. Was Giselle really all that surprised that Sevanni was ballsy enough to pull this off? Not at all. He was slimy enough to break into her home and handcuff her to her bed all for the element of surprise. Because they both knew he'd never beat her in a fight if she knew it was coming. Nonetheless, she was furious. "Goddammit, Sevanni. What the fuck is wrong with you? If you were twice as smart as you are now, you'd be absolutely stupid. Get out of my fucking house and jack off to a magazine or something you son of a-" Giselle could have gone on all night... if Sevanni hadn't gagged her. Brandishing the athame in her face, Giselle could do nothing but roll her eyes and glare. She wasn't afraid of him, he was only succeeding in royally pissing her off. But she remained still and turned her nose up at Sevanni to give him the message that she was ignoring him. Casting her gaze to Lars and the two imps who had him, it was then she realized that he'd be able to do nothing while Sevanni sliced and diced. Groaning, she turned her head just as the athame came down into her neck. She held her blazing eyes on Sevanni's face intently and mumbled what should have been appalling profanity. As he slashed down to between her rib cage and twisted the athame around, Giselle was incapable of not screaming. It hurt. A lot. The pain couldn't simply be ignored. Now, vampires had a lot more blood than a mortal, and Giselle had recently fed - heartily in fact. The amount of blood gushing from her was unbelievable, and it wasn't going to stop before she'd pass out. Too bad she had to sit this one out, she would have liked to beat the shit out of Sevanni. It was all up to Lars to avenge them both. the count was 685 and she's wearing a bra and underwear, and also, Sorry I can't stick around =( Ellie can post Giselle passing out.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars mumbled some reply to the back of Giselle's hair as they discussed the night ahead. He'd put in his two cents a little earlier when he was more aware, now he just let her talk for her own satisfaction, grunting a response when she would go quiet and nudge his arm if he didn't retort anything. Ziggy was in her little puppy room. He rather cuddle with the thing here, but Giselle hated her snorting and snoring that accompanied her sleep because of her short face. Instead Ziggy had a massive cleared out room, freshly tiled for certain house training purposes. It was littered with doggy clothes and toys. Like a little mini-person room - it had a mini four poster bed off the floor and a couch. Lars admitted in his own mind he thought it was extremely weird. But she was Giselle's baby, pretty much, so it'd be asking for it if he did more than just laugh at the set up. And to think she wanted a big dog. Lars buried his head into Giselle's hair, digging himself deeper into the fluffy mattress. His arm that wound around Giselle's bare waist moved up briefly to yank the comforter under his chin - but before he could do so firm hands grasped his arm and yanked him away from his wife. Another set of hands grabbed his other arm, legs flailing his bare back his the wall. He grunted, blinking a few times before his hazel eyes settled on one of his captors, his flung his head to the other side and saw a mirror image. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, Lars sucked in a great amount of air and began to struggle against them instinctively. Sevanni was before Giselle retrained inanimately - pussy. Lars bit his lip as a certain anger flushed through him, starting at his belly and moving up to boil in his head, testosterone and adrenaline ready to bite someone's fucking head off. His mind couldn't conjure what to say, however, it seems whatever you said to this mook was wasted on deaf ears, so why bother. Lars was too antagonized to invoke any response to the situation regardless. Her screams only fueled his drive to be released from Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. With Sevanni's after words Lars gritted his teeth, eyes boiling with hate for him, now. Before he knew it was best not to give him the attention he wanted and wished for - but since he'd gone so far as to retrieve it for his own whimsical purposes, Lars would give that fucker all the attention he damn well asked for. "You sick FUCKER," Lars spat, heels grinding against the wall behind him to further press himself forward against the two. If one would concentrate, the littl whine of Ziggy was evident from the next room, along with a scraping of claws against her wooden door - disturbed and worried with the noise and vibe within the house that the dog could inevitably sense. Finally the twins released him. Firstly, the now free Lars sent a hooked fist to one of the twins to release his first bout of anger. Whether or not he had any previous strife with them - he did now. He let the other one be - now concentrating all his anger to a certain vampire in the room. Lurching his tattooed torso forward with all will power possible, Lars sent an uppercut towards Sevanni's gut, the other fist aiming for his jaw in attempts to send his head back. Being shorter than you opponent had it's advantages. In his peripheral vision, Lars saw the other pair moving toward Giselle, attention momentarily o of his number one opponent, Lars barked, "FUCK No! You assholes get the fuck away from her!" Lars turned his head back to Sevanni and sent his arms out with some might to push him away from him. Swiftly, he moved his way over to the bed, pushing the twins aside as forcefully as he could before climbing over the bleeding, passed out Giselle, unable to attend to her at this moment. The bottom of his feet registered the blood soaked sheets, the smell alone assaulting his nostrils. But at the moment he was more than satisfied with his blood intake, and had other things to focus on. Jumping down on the other side of the bed, Lars wretched open his side drawer and pulled out his .45. He pointed it at the twin that didn't have a welt on his face and fired a shot to his gut - a sort of warning, "Get the FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

[/b] Ziggy yelped at the fire and shouting, the poor dog was probably in hysterics.

Lowering the weapon to his side Lars made his way back over to Sevanni, not yet appeased in the damage done to him just yet. His eyes scanned the room for another weapon. Guns, however useful were so practical, so quick. Lars clutched Giselle's own switchblade from the dresser and came at Sevanni, ready for legitimate bloodshed.

THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZ & SEV. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO HIM AS SHE WROTE THIS 866 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING BOXERS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, take that!

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[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It was bad enough he had to endure the thought of Giselle thinking Sevanni had a thing for her. It was anything but. In fact, if it hadn't been for the sheer fact that he had been consumed with Aubrey the first night they had their encounter, Giselle would have been the dish Sevanni had devoured instead, however; certain people just didn't look good together, or go right, and it was bad enough she was as pale as a light bulb, and they weren't too clear themselves. She was the albino vampire of all vampires. Pity her hair wasn't platinum. The rouse he had gotten from Lars was that of an exciting little pill that made his dead black heart skip a beat. "You sick FUCKER," was spat out from Lars, and of course it wasn't as if he could do anything. He had let that knife drive up into her gut so good that he could still hear muscles tearing in his head. How bells doth ring. So exciting to see him riled up indeed. Kane and Abel wouldn't let Lars get away with his profuse sucker punches. Oh they would indeed get him for that, but it had to be on their own time, and once you made enemies with the boys, there was nothing you could do to stand out of their path. Lars would be lucky to have the boys there instead of Marcus and Annaliah, for it he had been there, Giselle would be a whole meal. He simply loved the taste of flesh and blood. Now Lars's sights were on Sevanni and as he tried to get rid of the horrible taste in his mouth, he grinned in his direction. His little rant of madness finally directed on Sevanni. He flew across the room, his hits getting through and Sevanni had to endure that pain twice. It wasn't as bad as it should have been, but he did get knocked back, and the headache later would surely commence. His hands pressed down on Lars's shoulders, pushing him off and tossing him to a slide across the room in the front of the bed. Grints from the boys had caused Lars to look up and shout out another fit of madness. "FUCK No! You assholes get the fuck away from her!" The parted from the bed, each looking at him, then one another. Sevanni rose to full stance and let them remain at bay. So long as the fucker didn't shed a drop of blood they were cool, but boy was he pushing his luck with the twins. "Get the FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" A shot fired. A shot missed. Kane and Abel had switched their stances to the end of the bed, feet led them backwards and toward the corner, hands clenched in hands and Sevanni had to end it first. "Enough!" He bellowed out to the boys. Oy how the barking was pissing him off. The sick look on Sevanni's face was directed from the boys to Lars. "Why don't you boys go see what's making that animal bark so much. Maybe you can......shut it up for me." The smirk on lips rose, and if Lars was a wise boy he'd lower his weapon. The boys giggles and chuckled, not like how Nite and Dae did, but you knew trouble was about to happen. However, he didn't say to kill the dog, just....shut it up. When Lars lowered his weapon Sevanni gave him a chin up, watching as he bested himself with a single blade. Practical. Women of a certain distinction usually carried a nice athame in their lingerie drawer. Pity, none of his women kept their lingerie in a drawer. No, their things were hung up like they should be. Folded properly through service. Even Emiste had class about her clothing and Sevanni was thusly pleased. "Going to stab me? Gut me like I did your whore?" The side grin purging more and more as he took a couple of steps forward, but Lars had closed the space. Sevanni reached out and grabbed the bloodstained sheets from the bed, pulling them harsh and when he held out his hand to make a move Sevanni twirled the sheets around his wrist and swung him off to the side, a little kick in his side before letting go so he could hit the wall, this time he'd part to him himself. Maybe if he was lucky he'd get a shot at the big bad Vanni.

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Sevanni, Cree, and a slave

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars had to let the twins go raid Ziggy's room, he couldn't get distracted by the dog right now. Her door was dead bolted anyway, unless they sought to kick it down. But God help all three of them if they hurt a single hair on her tiny body. Lars, nor Giselle would stand for that, more so Giselle, Lars would assume. But he wouldn't hesitate in aiding her gut the two look-alikes, and Sevanni would surely have a death guarantee, if he didn't already come so very close to sealing one with tonight's episode. In short: Hurt the dog and you're all fucking dead. But at the present, Lars was tripped up in the sheets. He slapped his skull and front on the hardwood floor, rolling over to his side to watch his opponent. On the floor, Lars had excellent aim, and hardly any distractions now that the twins had left priority one alone. He fired tow shots into Sevanni's knee cap - only a yard or so away, and with two cracks at it, how was there an inch of room for error to not miss? Just because Lars wanted to hurt Sevanni with the switchblade rather than gun didn't mean he wouldn't be using the .45 to aid him in the process. His mind had often wondered how lethal he could be if he started carrying two firearms, double guns were so much fun after all. Getting back on his feet, Lars flipped out the switchblade, etched in the handle was some pattern of sorts, more of a flashy weapon than one you'd imagine being used. But just knowing who the owner was, you could bet it was used quite often. The blade was sharp to the touch, able to pierce skin with the lightest of pressure, like a razor from fine sharpening - However the blunt edge was thick as to avoid breakage. The perfect dainty weapon - not exactly Lars's first choice, too feminine for him, but it was more satisfying to do such an act with Giselle's weapons rather than his own. Moving toward Sevanni mid-speed with the blade revealed, Lars spoke, "No, I intend to seriously fuck you up with this," never ceasing his steps as the words spilled from his lips. His gun hand was free to act as defense, for Lars was aware Sevanni carried his own blade. Lars, now very close to his opponent, sent another shot to his gut, tempted to take out the other knee - Lars saved his bullets. He sent a bare heel to Sevanni's shoulder instead, in intent to incapacitate him to the floor. Another fire went out, this time to Sevanni's hand wielding the athame before Lars lowered himself to him - jaw almost trembling from anticipation and anger. Every fiber in him was so ready for this. But where to start? Lars, in all honesty, was shocked Sevanni didn't try something much more... vulgar to Giselle. He just cut down her middle. Hardly that bad or torturous. A point proven - people over estimated Sevanni, and thankfully underestimated him. Lars liked being a sick little bastard when he wished to - when the right people were placed to do bad things upon. He'd personally scuffed out one of Jack Audley's eye-balls with his bare fucking hands. If only he had the patience to do more, then. Luckily the thing was dangling all over his face when he tossed him out - else he would have had to chuck that thing. Maybe save it for a souvenir? Giselle wouldn't have approved, shame. Back to present. Squatting, Lars decided he would start where it would hurt most, physically and mentally. Lars took a stab at his manhood - literally. Being the fellow male he was, he decided not to slice - save up the healing time, the embarrassing re-attachment phase, and let's not talk about uncomfortable stitches. The hilt of the blade made made for a substitute cock that Lars surmised was just about as big as the authentic size. Ha. His fingers wrapped around it caused for the obvious throw back to come to his mind as he yanked the blade out of Sevanni's groin, blood seeping all to the front of his dress pants, "Was that as fucking good for you as it was for me?". Lars grinned evilly, keeping an eye on Sevanni's own blade. Pointing the gun in his face was enough of a warning, he imagined, but just in case, "You make a single fucking move or do something stupid, asswipe... and I'll blast a fucking hole in your shitty face." Wagging a bloody dagger in his face, Lars ran his tongue along the front of his teeth in thought. Being held to gun point was not fun. And Sevanni would prove himself as a lamer in so many ways if he called upon his little twin guppies. It wasn't as if Lars was going to kill him, after all. However much he would like to - they both know he just couldn't get away with it. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZ & SEV. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO PLACEBO AS SHE WROTE THIS 860 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING BOXERS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, oooo, you do a little Gmodding and I'll do some - that WAS the deal after all..

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] There was a time when Sevanni liked fighting. When he and his brothers would all huddle out back and decide on their team who would take who. It was he and Jeremiah who always went head to head in the betting games. Who would get who what for however long. Who would be privy to being anothers slave for a week, sometimes longer. Sevanni always had his head in a book whenever they weren't going at each other's throats, but Lars was definitely not apart of his family at the moment, thankfully enough, however, it wasn't something Sevanni had been too keen on enjoying. Considering what happened last time, they could go all night and poor Giselle would die by loss of blood. How insane. As Sevanni looked over at him after watching her pale excuse for flesh move about, he caught in that second Lars take aim. Sevanni fled his hand out, only able to catch one, missing the other. What was with bitches and knives? A forceable shout was given out with a hint of a gruelling growl. It had made nice inklings into his skin, and not to mention bone. The previous blade was dropped and Sevanni moved his hand to take hold of the one in his knee, already the punk was making his way back into arm reach of Sevanni. "No, I intend to seriously fuck you up with this," The big shot took his aim just as the blade ripped out. He wanted to stumble back a moment just to maintain groundage, but it was obvious it wouldn't be as easy. Lars made his move, Sevanni had managed to keel over a moment, the blade settling within his hand and just a split second before Lars fetted into his shoulder, Sevanni swung the blade upward in any direction really, but felt the plunge of blade sweep across some piece of flesh. He wasn't sure what, but he could feel it. All he felt after that had been something quite unbearable. Nothing else really mattered, but the fucking pain he felt below. Son of a bitch! Now a bounty for his death would be on his head after that. He'd make sure of it. Certainly this guy could heal and be as good as new, but holymutheroffuckingchrist was that the most horrible thing he'd ever experienced in his life. And that included some very confined information regarding a couple of wars. Hovered below with gripping fists over his lap, he could smell the blood already, and then soon enough the anger would ensure, but not on his behalf. "You make a single fucking move or do something stupid, asswipe... and I'll blast a fucking hole in your shitty face." Gun in his face. The smell of blood of three kinds lingering about. His knee was already crackling with a painful suture like experience. Bone took longer to heal, but the skin around it didn't, it just hurt a lot when the inside wasn't quite so done yet. Of course his dick was simply flesh. A muscle that was incredibly sensitive, and seeing as how Lars had been so keen on destroying his, there was pretty much a nice piece of torment waiting. Blast away little mouse. What would that do either of them? He'd have half a face? He saw worse. He couldn't die, and he'd be a fool to think otherwise. What was a guy to do? Instantly in a flash his arm moved up and made the hair trigger go off to shoot upward. Moving up as fast as he could and knocking him back so he would fall. Sevanni moving over his chest with a pounding knee and holding him down by his nappy grungy hair. "I wonder about you......Attacking my Johnson like that.....so very homosexual of you." Oh he didn't think that only his females would be pissed to find out such a thing. "All you had to do was ask." He was going to raise his blade up and slam it down into an open responsive mouth, but there was a distraction. A yelp out of the new breaking silence, Sevanni standing up rather rapidly and backing away to stand beside the bed. Holding his arm out should Lars try anything new. Fuck the gun. The gun he could heal from. He knocked it out of his hand and it had landed somewhere. "One more move.....And not only will I kill your dog in front of you......" A surly little grin snuck over his mouth. "I'll feed it to your whore......and you can watch while she eats it." Nasty really. How would it feel to eat your own dog? Let's find out.

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Sevanni, Cree, and a slave

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars slumped on the ground, grunting and wincing in complaint to his hair being pulled. His eyes slitted at Sevanni's little puns. Maybe he would have cared if he was straight, but that wasn't the case - so it lacked any sting. He'd been in more relationships (if you want to call just your general screw a relationship) with men than Giselle had, for god's sake. Calling him gay hardly hurt his pride. It wasn't that he had any sort of attraction to the bastard before him - Lars just wanted to get him where it'd hurt most. Lars gave his little look of displeasure with the words only because the thought of he actually having any of those sorts of feelings for Sevanni was preposterous. Mostly just a way to build back up his previously hurt ego, Lars guessed. Fine - if he had to attempt in belittling someone to feel bigger let him. Poor fool. It gets better though. Once Lars too hurt the yelp, and his face was released from grasp. He was enlightened that Sevanni not only would seek out younger, more attractive males to bully.. but puppies, too! Oh, how ironic indeed. Lars did as he was ordered, however. Not willing to actually risk his dog's life. plus, if that was what Sevanni had to now resort to - threatening the not-a-year-old puppy then Lars knew he'd won. His back against a large wooden vanity of sorts, body slumped and covered in everyone's blood but his, he looked at him squarely unamused, "Sevanni the bully of small dogs? Absolutely fucking terrifying." The real question was, though, how Ziggy made her way into the room. Lars looked about for the snot nose twins but didn't see them in the room, he could however smell them lingering outside the cracked door. Fucking Typical. The big shit complained about guns as aid but of course brought two lackeys because he needs the extra mind power. Lars would gladly file him under 'hypocrite' category along with all the others. His own gun, however, laid a few feet away from his bare foot that was outstretched. Lars decided it was time to abandon that and sigh. Glancing a apathetic look in Sevanni's direction, Lars reached his hand up and searched around the top of the vanity for something, "Hold off on your fucking death grip - we're through," he announced as he pulled down a singular cigarette and lighter. Lars made it a point to look as unamused and bored with this fuck as possible. Rolling his eyes as he lit up the cig, Lars leaned his head against the wood to further say, "I'd drop my dog before you bleed your cock out too much and fall over on her," Lars said casually, taking a drag, "You better get the fuck out of here before your two pieces of shits have to drag you out... plus you're making one big fucking mess all over the hardwood,"

[/b] Lars nodded, towards the bloodstain that was making it's way around his feet. Getting stabbed in your dick sure was a bitch, wasn't it? If he'd been human it would surely be lethal. Such a weak spot, truly. It wasn't really any concern Lars was showing. Just a damn good motive to get him out of his house.

THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZ & SEV. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO NIRVANA AS SHE WROTE THIS 552 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING BOXERS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, okai nao you get to leave!

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[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] "Sevanni the bully of small dogs? Absolutely fucking terrifying." A small smirk was given to this though he was in a good amount of pain, it only managed to come through as though he were grinning nastily. Lars made a gesture for something as words came out. Sevanni on guard as usual, and for demons sake, he was bleeding as much as he could over there that he didn't really wanna lose more than that. So, he fucked up Giselle and got his just deserts back, the putrid stench of her wafting through the air as if the liquid at the bottom of a garbage bag had spilled over the hardwood flooring. "Hold off on your fucking death grip - we're through," A release of tension, but only slightly, could he possibly?" "I'd drop my dog before you bleed your cock out too much and fall over on her," Wasn't it really getting old? This whole ordeal had been because of Aubrey and Mallie, however; now he was only compelled to get back at Lars for lack of respect more than hurting his child or mother of with rudeness and much unneeded words. He had his fucking dog. The four legged animal on the floor now too, and he had to sanctify himself once again, only this time it had been on Lar's hands. If he kept this up, he'd end up taking James's place. "You better get the fuck out of here before your two pieces of shits have to drag you out... plus you're making one big fucking mess all over the hardwood," His eyes remained locked on Lars, there was no way in hell the little shit would get away with this. He'd be the last one to take a shot at his dick like that. "This isn't over...." A hum was made of no no's as Kane spoke sternly by the door. "Not by a long shot." Wrote in Abel. It was mainly about Lars taking a shot at them. They didn't much like being touched unless it was by Aubrey, and since Lars wanted to lay his grubby hands on them, he was on his way to being their play toy. So, with that he shook his head, making strides toward the door to where they were with the most unamused portrait of features he could lay upon them. "It's a shame really....." A smirk given as he looked up at Lars and spoke, then motioned eyes toward the bleeding corpse on the bed bound to it as he had wanted. But what was a shame? Shame that they were together? Shame that he wasted time on her and she on him?What about the fact that they were just too simple to configure. Did no one take an account for that? Lars was a well enough explanation of the hatred between them. He'd been a little shit out of nowhere, which was probably to impress his whore, but of course he was a rude little shit anyway so it didn't really matter. That was it. There were no other words to complete that sentence. No look, nothing. There had been a void of three bodies soon after, Paris was a trap house country that housed beings like that. It was a shame to know that his pixies had loved Paris. Now he'd have to make sure his junk would regroup and be as it was before without damage done. Of course it would, but it was a mental game when it came to him and his body. It didn't matter what it was. Even when the sun burned his flesh he had never been right from that. He wasn't himself of course, but he could feel it all over him when it happened. The memory still lingered into his thought process from time to time.

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[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars stood outside the bedroom door as the trio made there way shamefully down the hall. It was hard to walk like some macho son of a bitch when you had piercing pain in between your legs. Lars smirked happily to himself still puffing on his cigarette and moving forward silently after he could hear their decent down the steps. Lars watched them from around the curve of the hall where the balcony to the foyer was. He wasn't some dumb fuck that would let three creeps that'd just gutted his wife walk out unwatched. For all Lars knew they could just light the whole goddamn house on fire as they left. They didn't, however, even as Lars stood watchful in the silence of the balcony for a few moments following the door closing. Ziggy came tramping after him on the plush rug down the hall, her paws making little blood prints as she went from all the waste on the floor. Lars stuck the cigarette in his mouth and bent down to cradle her under one of his arms. "You need a bath, baby," he cooed, making the previously scared shitless dog wag her tail against the bare of his side, "because you smell like something rotten." Lars exhaled dramatically when he saw the sight that was left in their room. He set Ziggy down on the ruined sheets and began to get to work on the cuffs. Giselle and Lars, being the pair they were had a pair of their own, and the wonderful thing about handcuffs were that they were essentially very generic. Their key worked on Sevanni's pair thankfully, and now he had a bigger issue to work with. Standing back in concentration Lars surmised what he would do with her. Her chest was still rising and falling instinctively, but with short and shallow breaths. He didn't want to risk the trip to the hospital. He looked at his puppy and raised his brow before scooping Giselle up and carrying her downstairs to the kitchen. The cigarette nearly a stub now, Lars had Giselle on the long steel work table, their extensive first aid kit by her feet and open. Ziggy moved around, crying by his feet. Lars shushed her and stuffed out his cigarette before threading a needle. His brows furrowed, he bent over Giselle's body, starting at the gut of the wound, where he guessed was most savagely cut and bleeding the most. He threaded tightly and carefully, as neatly as he could manage until the deed was done. He was no doctor, but it'd have to do. The wound was closed and no longer bleeding as he cleaned it. Lars breathed out a sigh once again and leaned his palms on the steel. It would have been stupid to think they wouldn't try the same again. His hand moved to message the back of his neck. Of course, now he had all three out for a personal vendetta on him. He could only hope it was nothing worse than what he'd suffered tonight. They could vocalize their plans and dislike, their words all meant nothing to him. Words rarely provoked him, which made it funny that he used them so caustically himself. Maybe one had to be unamused by such things to wield them well themselves. But regardless, it wasn't as if Lars would loose any sleep over Sevanni's parting words, whatever he was trying to imply. Lars would simply have to watch his back more than usual. Coming out of his bleak foreshadows, Lars grasped a roll of gauze, gently moving Giselle's torso to rest on his to he could wrap her in it. Hoisting her up again he left the kitchen, followed by Ziggy. Making his way into the sitting room, Lars set Giselle to rest on a leather couch as he made up the fire place. Ziggy hoped onto her liking around her face. Lars let her be, figuring her light body was no match for the stitches along with the layers of gauze. Once it began to warm up in the room, Lars made his way back into the kitchen, opening up the fridge to attempt and scrounge some old leftovers from their blood bank days, or leftovers, he didn't care. With luck, he found a pitcher of what smelt like unfiltered blood. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet he made his way back to sit on the edge of the couch and wave the glass under Giselle's nose, taking a few sips of the chilled liquid himself to refresh his mind from the hour or so of liveliness she just faced. Without any success from the mere smell, he got worried and stroked her cheek a bit before holding her chin open and pouring the liquid down her throat little by little to try and spark some consciousness, "Fuck, baby, wake up..." THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZ & SEV. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO LADY GAGA AS SHE WROTE THIS 806 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING BOXERS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, fang's last turn, then I think we're done heea!

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] She hated being the useless one. When Sevanni had restrained her with the cheap handcuffs, she figured it wasn't a big deal. Given the first opportunity, she could rip the cuff free from the bedpost easily. But Sevanni had acted quickly -- he had it planned out so Giselle would be rendered completly helpless. Sevanni got away with overpowering her and depriving her of her dignity. She was ashamed and furious with herself for being so weak. She knew that her disabled body was in good hands... she trusted Lars with her life, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She regretted that he had to clean up the mess for her though. He was always left with the mess. Patching Giselle back together was too commonplace for her liking. Strange that she use to always get by on her own and never really cared until she met Lars. Now she depended way too much on him, and she was unaware of his breaking point. She was sorry he had to deal with Sevanni alone. Just like he had to deal with Jack alone, and Lars almost lost Giselle then. Situations like these made her fearful for the longevity of their marriage. She would have liked to stay painlessly comatose. It wasn't the blood that brought her out of it, it was the pain of being forced to swallow the fluid down a severely damaged throat. Spluttering the liquid up that was filling her mouth, she couldn't repress a series of weak but agonizing coughs. Recoiling from the source of the blood flow, her lids lifted slowly and she could foggily make out Lars hovering over her. "No... no more..." she managed to wheeze. Grimacing now that she could feel her throbbing insides, she felt herself fading again from the abrupt stress of the pain. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head momentarily -- she had to fight to stay conscious. "M'so sorry," she breathed faintly. Her vision was hazing again, Lars's face and the ceiling seemed to blur together. "Fuckers gone... good," smiling weakly, she pictured the gruesome condition Sevanni left in. Lars would have to tell her about it the next night, however. She was losing the battle to stay conscious without drinking the blood, and no way was she going to force it down her mutilated throat. She was okay -- that should satisfy Lars enough. She just wanted to sleep and heal now. the count was 408 and she's wearing a bra and underwear, and also, RAH RAH RAH AH AH ROMA ROH MAH MAAAH GAGA OOH LA LA WANT YOUR BAD ROOOMAAAANCE!.